.Taken from Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself", from _Leaves of Grass_)
1 You there, impotent, loose in the knees,
Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you,
Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets,
I am not to be denied...
Mine is no callous shell,
I have.
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